The Reservoir Tapes. Jon McGregor
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Название: The Reservoir Tapes

Автор: Jon McGregor

Издательство: Ingram

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      My daughter was that age not so long ago, I know how

      Of course.

      Was there any discussion between the two of you about cutting the walk short? Given the conditions, and Becky’s behavior?

      Was there any disagreement between the two of you, would you say?

      And by this point you’re how far up the track, how close to Black Bull Rocks?

      And had there been any change in the weather?

      So you had no reason to be concerned?

      How were you finding the conditions? You were wearing more suitable footwear, presumably? You had kept dry up until then?

      And had you seen anyone else, had you passed anyone on the track, had you seen anyone in the distance?

      Now

      this will, I understand

      I’m sorry

      Can you be clear about when you first realized Becky was out of sight?

      And you assumed

      she was coming up the steps out of the clough? You were not long out of it yourselves?

      How far behind would you say she was when you saw her last?

      I realize

      of course

      you have, I know

      But we agreed, didn’t we, that this would be

      a chance

      a chance for you to put your side of the story.

      Obviously I know you’ll have been through all this with the police, many times, I do appreciate

      I do

      But people have questions. Not just locally. People are

      It would be helpful to clarify

      It would be helpful to hear it from you. People would appreciate that.

      Is this?

      Can we?

      No, absolutely. None of this will

      You can decide, afterwards, you can reconsider.

      I just want to help you tell your side of the story.

      Absolutely.

      So. If we can

      You realized she was out of sight. You waited. She didn’t appear. You had already talked about cutting the walk short anyway so

      one of you wanted to

      You waited, and she didn’t appear. You went back to the top of the path leading up out of the clough, the valley, and you couldn’t see her there.

      And you called for her, presumably?

      You looked to see where she was, if she might be hiding?

      At what point did you start to actually become concerned?

      And the weather was turning?

      How long would you say you were looking before you decided to fetch help?

      And your phone

      So you had to come back

      You came down

      And you

      This is

      I know

      I’m sorry

      Could you

      are you able to say what happened next?

      2: Vicky

      The first Vicky knew about it was when the girl’s parents came bursting into the pub.

      The two of them were both talking at once and it took a minute to work out what they were saying. They couldn’t find her, was the gist of it.

      Their anoraks were covered in mud, so it wasn’t much of a leap to guess they meant someone was missing on the hills. Tony had Mountain Rescue on the phone while they were still getting their breath back. Vicky could feel herself tensing up, the way she did, now, at any mention of emergency services.

      She’s thirteen, they said. Her name’s Becky. We only lost sight of her for a moment and then she vanished. We’ve looked everywhere.

      Tony told them Mountain Rescue were asking for locations, and they didn’t seem to have a clue. They’d been trying to get to Black Bull Rocks, they told him.

      Vicky was sitting near the bar, with Graham. Black Bull Rocks was at the far eastern end of the ridge, above the visitor center, where Vicky and Graham worked. Graham caught her eye. In this weather? they were both thinking. At this time of year?

      Some of the people who came here had no idea what they were doing on the hills. Vicky dealt with a fair number of them at the visitor center: people who didn’t know how to read a map, or think to check the weather forecast. People who assumed there would be a mobile-phone signal when they got lost. At least if they called in to the center there was a chance to set them straight. It was the ones who marched straight past they had to worry about. And she did worry, often.

      Tony held the phone away from his ear and said Mountain Rescue were asking for a description, and the parents looked stumped for a minute.

      She’s about this tall, the father said, holding his hand just beneath his chin. Dark blond hair, down to her shoulders. No glasses. She looks older than thirteen. She’s wearing a white hooded top and a navy-blue body-warmer. Black jeans and canvas shoes.

      Canvas shoes.

      The mother wasn’t saying anything much. She looked lost. She looked like someone who had just stood next to a loud noise and was waiting for her hearing to come back.

      Tony got finished on the phone and said things would get sorted quickly now, and not to worry. Someone from Mountain Rescue would be in and wanting to take them out in the Land Rover, he said. He told them there was a back room available, so they could sit in peace. He nodded at one of the other staff to sort some drinks, asking them what they wanted.

      Her name’s Becky, the mother suddenly said. Becky Shaw. Rebecca, really.

      Don’t worry, Tony said, as he started leading them off. They’re good lads, Mountain Rescue. They know what they’re doing. They’ll find her.

      Vicky thought he might regret saying that. She had a bad feeling already. She got these feelings. It really wasn’t Tony’s place to go offering that kind of a promise.

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